Last updated:January 25, 2026
1.
It was late morning on a Sunday. I awoke to discover that my fiancee Suzanne was already out of bed. I found her sprawled across our living room sofa, lying on her stomach, with the current issue of Wallpaper magazine in front of her face and a cup of coffee on the end table beside her.
I’m a coffee junkie who usually wants my first mug the nanosecond I arise in the morning, and I knew there’d be more java waiting for me in the French press in the kitchen. But when I looked at Suzanne and saw she was wearing the sexy silk robe that cut off just below her ass, and no panties, and when I looked at the back sides of her long, smooth, naturally bronzed legs, I knew there was something I needed more urgently than caffeine just then.
Suzanne and I are in our early 30s. She looks a lot like the actress Carey Lowell. Picture Lowell in her License to Kill role, or during her early years on Law and Order, and you have an idea of my fiancée’s physical appearance. Suzanne has beautiful blue eyes, the Lowell-esque exceptional height for a woman, brown hair she wears cut short a la Lowell, lusciously tan skin tone, and especially attractive hands.
I have a thing about women’s hands, and Suzanne’s fingers make me a little crazy, so long and slender and with lengthy, natural nails that she takes good care of and paints in unusual, sensual colors.
“Looking to resolve last night’s unfinished business, hmm?” she said, playfully, as I eased my naked body onto her back, kissed her neck, and got my hard dick under the silk of her robe and pressed against her backside.
The unfinished business Suzanne referred to… The night before, we went drinking and dancing at a club with some friends. We stayed out past 1:00 a.m, and when we got home, I wanted to get inside Suzanne.
She looked so hot in a short yellow dress that showed off her legginess. Her pretty eyes were highlighted by azure-colored makeup she’d applied to their lids. She had her long nails painted in a metallic silver, my favorite of all her fine choices of enamel.
I noticed men (and some women) openly ogling her at the club, and that made me feel jealous, proud to be with her, and horny as fuck all at the same time. But when we finished getting out of our clothes and had brushed our teeth, and when I eased Suzanne down to our bed and got on top of her, she yawned.
“Not tonight, lover man. All that dancing and all those Cosmos I drank drained me.”
I tried kissing her behind her ears – an erogenous zone for her – but she got her hands on my sides and tickled me until I was forced to squirm and wiggle and fall off of her. That made me think of an attractive elementary school teacher I once had, who used to go around the room and tickle various kids to snap us all back awake during the afternoon sleepy lull.
The teacher had beautiful fingers, like Suzanne’s. That woman fascinated my young self, and this was part of my sexual awakening. How nice her hands looked, and the confusingly exhilarated way I felt after she tickled me, surely laid the groundwork for my lasting hand fetish.
“Oh no, is my bad little boy going to pout now?” Suzanne teasingly said to me in bed that night, when I made a long face after she made it clear we weren’t having sex then. “Do I have to tickle him more to get a smile out of him?”
She lay me down on my back then and climbed on top of me, sitting upright. We were both naked, and her pussy that I so deeply craved to ram my hard dick into was inches from where it needed to be if we were going to have sex with her on top, which we both loved.
I hoped she’d had second thoughts and was about to reach down and ease my pleading cock into her and ride it like a pole. But instead, she kept making a taunting facial expression as she used those long silver nails to tickle me under my armpits and on my love handles.
“Be a good boy for me and smile. Come on, you know you want to please me. Be my good boy and smile for me.”
She kept drumming on and squeezing my skin. I wanted to resist her. But I was short of breath and squirming. And I’m always helplessly at Suzanne’s mercy when she talks to me in that coaxing way and tells me I need to be her good boy.
I succumbed and smiled, at which point she rolled off me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “Such a good boy,” before turning off her bedside lamp, pulling the covers over her, and rolling over. I had to masturbate over the toilet before I could calm down enough to sleep.
2.
On the sofa Sunday morning, I kissed on Suzanne’s cheeks and ears as I kept grinding up against her.
“Unfinished business, yes,” I said. “The best kind of business.”
Initially, Suzanne merely continued turning the pages of Wallpaper with her silver-painted long fingers. I feared she was going to deny me again. But she finally set the magazine down and told me, “Well, you were a good boy for me last night and didn’t pout too much. I guess you do deserve a reward now.”
She took a long sip of her coffee, then made a motion to turn over and face me. Just then her phone, which sat next to her coffee mug, vibrated with an incoming call.
I looked and saw the word “Alice” across Suzanne’s screen. Alice is my fiancée’s best friend. They talk and text with each other multiple times pretty much every day. And they share everything with each other, even including Suzanne letting Alice in on intimate details of her and my relationship.
Suzanne told me long ago that there were no secrets between her and Alice, and that I had to live with that if I wanted to be with her.
“I’ll have to call you back,” Suzanne told Alice. “Joe is literally on top of me as we speak, and he’s chomping at the bit to put his dick in me. I wouldn’t let the poor baby have his way with me last night, and he’s about to fuck a hole in the wall if I won’t let him inside me now.”
“Wait, don’t hang up,” Alice commanded, loudly enough for me to hear her clearly. Alice is an extremely attractive woman who speaks in a husky, lush way that oozes sexuality. I’m too deeply in love with Suzanne to get serious about being attracted to anyone else. But if there’s one woman who could induce me into having amorous fantasies about being with her, it’s my fiancée’s BFF.
“I want you to put me on speaker and then I want you to set your phone near to where you two are.” Alice has this assertive way about her, self-assured and comfortable taking charge in interpersonal situations. “I want you to make Joe have an orgasm while I listen. I want to hear how he sounds when you make him lose it.”
Surely, she was joking, right? Suzanne would chuckle a little, tell Alice she’d catch up with her later, then disconnect the call, yeah? No. She did exactly as Alice instructed. She hit “speaker” and set the device on the arm of the sofa, next to her head.
“I need this to happen quickly,” Alice further instructed. “I’m meeting my aunt for coffee and pastries in 15. But I want this first. Suzanne, I know you can control Joe. Make him explode in you in the next 10 minutes. Joe, I know you’ll be a good boy for both Suzanne and me. Be quick and be loud.”
My heart was racing, and I was breathing hard. The room was spinning. Was this really happening?? Was Alice being a participant in a sexual act between Suzanne and me? And had Alice just goaded me, with that velvet voice of hers, to be her good boy, as well as Suzanne’s?
I wasn’t sure I could do this. I sat upright on the sofa and tried to gather myself. I would tell them both this was just a little too much sharing for me. But then I looked down and saw that Suzanne had brought her arms to where they were under her, with her long fingers protruding outside of her.
She wiggled both sets of fingers as a way of showing that I should ease back down on top of her so she could grab my cock and slide me inside her.
The way it makes me feel when Suzanne holds my dick while we’re fucking… As turned on by her as I always am, when we have sex, I’m generally able to last a long time before needing to climax. Suzanne appreciates that about me.
When we have the time, our sexual forays often go on for hours, with extended foreplay first, both of us going down on each other, intercourse from a variety of positions, Suzanne having multiple orgasms, etc. before I finally let down and lose it in her. Whenever she’s ready for that to occur, she knows how to make it happen.
She’ll get us to where we’re facing each other side to side, then she’ll reach behind her and grab my dick with her perfect fingers, and she’ll continue holding on to me down there when I start sliding into her. That always brings me immediately to the brink of orgasm.
And when she has me there, Suzanne will say things to me like, “You know what I want now. I always get what I want. Be my good boy and give me what I want, now.” I can never last but so much longer before needing to give in and come inside her after all that.
“What’s happening now?” Alice asked through the smartphone.
“He’s trying to stall,” Suzanne told her, while still luring me to her by wiggling those fingers that drove me wild with lust. “I think we’re scaring the poor baby. But he can’t resist much longer. He knows he needs to be our good boy and let me have that hard cock of his while you listen.”
I couldn’t hold back. As self-conscious as it made me feel to be doing this while Alice was in earshot, it was impossible for me to resist Suzanne then. Her lying on her stomach and me riding her from behind is a position we don’t often take up when we fuck, but it’s one I always enjoy with her.
When Suzanne holds onto my dick while I ram into her, she usually does so with just one hand. That’s all it takes to drive me wild. But now, with Alice listening to us, she grabbed the shaft of my cock with all her long fingers and guided it inside her wet pussy. And she kept holding me down there when I couldn’t keep from driving my dick deep inside her, in and out, in and out.
Also, she had her legs between mine and she used them to kick at my ass in a way that pushed me into her in a rhythmic motion that was coordinated with my hard thrusts.
“I can hear that he’s breathing harder now,” Alice said. “He won’t last much longer. Make him come now, Suzanne. Make him be our good boy.”
I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. Even before Alice got involved, I was still so worked up from how sexy Suzanne looked the previous night while we were out, plus how she denied me then tickled me into submission when I wanted to be moody with her.
All of that was still influencing my feelings, and it was all enhanced by Suzanne holding my cock and squeezing on it as I drove into her while she guided my ass by pushing against it in rocking motions with her long brown legs. Add to all that the sensory parade being brought on by Suzanne’s alluring friend Alice listening to our sex and inciting me toward orgasm with that lush voice of hers… I was at sea.
I thought momentarily of pulling out of Suzanne. I didn’t want to come so soon. I was initially hesitant about fucking my beautiful fiancee while her equally attractive friend heard us going at it. But now that it was happening, I exulted in the deliciousness of the multi-faceted experience, and I didn’t want it to end.
But I remembered a previous time when I did that: held off my oncoming orgasm by pulling my dick out of Suzanne in an effort to get my rising semen to back up a little so I could keep fucking my beautiful partner for longer. At that time, Suzanne grunted in frustration with me when I released my dick from inside her. She grabbed my face and held my chin firmly with her slender fingers.
“Don’t you ever try to edge with me when I want you to come,” she said then, using a domineering vocal inflection that only made me even hornier than I already was. “I’m going to punish you now for doing that, by not letting you back inside me. Remember how this makes you feel the next time you get the idea to pull this stunt.” I remembered. Pulling out wasn’t an option.
Suzanne was now using her hands to not merely hold onto my erect dick as I slammed into her. She was making guiding motions with her lengthy fingers, to force me to thrust into her at an increasingly accelerated rate. She did that while making her kicking motions against my ass pick up in pace, to join the new, faster rhythm of our intertwined bodies.
“His breathing is getting more desperate,” Alice observed. “He’s got less than two minutes in him. Talk to him now. Tell him what he needs to do. That’ll send him fully over the edge. I can’t wait to hear him when he loses it.”
“No, you talk him through it,” Suzanne told her friend. “He’s turned on by your voice. He doesn’t know I know that, but I can always feel a shift in his energy when you’re with us and you start talking. Tell him what he needs to do for you. He won’t stand a chance at lasting any longer when you do that.”
“Hmmm. Okay,” Alice said, in a moaning tone. “Joe, I’ve told you what I want from you. Are you going to force me to keep saying it over and over? I need you to let go and give Suzanne all that cum that wants to burst out of you and into her. I want to hear you when you explode. I’m not going to wait any longer. Be a good boy and give Suzanne and me what we want. Right.now.”
Who exactly was I fucking? I felt the pleasurable pressure of Suzanne’s fingers squeezing and prodding my hard dick. I was passionately kissing her cheek and neck as our bodies rocked in unison while I rammed into her.
In my mind’s eye, I kept picturing her in her yellow dress at the club the night before, then thinking of her silver nails that she used to tauntingly tickle me after refusing to let me fuck her when I so desperately wanted to do that. But I was also picturing sexy Alice, and feeling the sensations that her husky voice induced in me as she assertively told me what she wanted from me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My breathing grew harder and faster as the luxurious pressure in my dick kept rising up and up. I rocked and rammed while feeling everything described above and thinking about both Suzanne and Alice.
When I came, I felt like a bullet train that had been roaring at a thousand miles an hour and had been forced into an abrupt screeching halt in the most erotically stimulating manner possible. I know I was loud when I came. I always am, with Suzanne. I’m sure my volume level shot up even a few more notches than usual this time, with Alice listening to us and with all that went into this particular session between Suzanne and me.
When I finally stopped pushing into Suzanne, all my cum inside her now, she sighed with satisfaction. And then she and Alice both said, in perfect unison, “Such a good boy.”
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